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Ariana's pov "Hold on Wilder." I say as he runs to his play structure outside in our yard.
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Ameera's nursing so I'm trying to do the best that I can with one hand and arm. It's pretty difficult.
Since it's Tuesday Aviana's at school and she's been at Ricky's since yesterday night which I didn't mind because she was giving me HELL all weekend about not being with her father.
On another note Mac came over for dinner yesterday evening as well and it went really good except when he brought up the topic of dating and fatherhood. He boasted about how he always wanted a mini me and how he fells like he's getting old and no one would want to be with him, which is false because he is a precious man. I have gotten close with him for the past 5 months and to be honest I've developed some feelings for him. So on that note we are I guess kinda going out on the low. We really can't let anyone know or else we'll be judged and Ricky will be angry with me. He's probably take my kids.
"Ma ma." Wilder snaps me out of what I was thinking. He is trying to climb up the slide but he's not strong enough to pull himself up. It's too steep.
I sigh going over to him.
I wave to my neighbor who has seen me breastfeed many times it doesn't phase her anymore. At first she would be awkward and uncomfortable but she slowly accepted it, which made me happy. I honestly am not gonna cover up in my own home.
"No baby. That's not the way we go up." I take his hand and walk him to the steps.
He smiles and makes his way to the slide.
I look at Ameera who is falling asleep but she's still eating. She literally has been nursing for an hour and I'm hoping she's almost finished so that my boobs can finally relax. I swear they never get to rest. If Ameera's not on them, most of the time Wilder's on them. This milk is their drug I swear I'm thinking of cutting both of them off. Ameera doesn't necessarily like formula, but she tolerates it and Wilder drinks anything now he just nurses for comfort or when he's tired.
"Goodness you and your brother are piggies." I coo kissing her head.
I glance at my son who is now in the wood chips talking to himself.
